“I say, why have you been so rotten since I came back?”
“Oh, don’t be an ass,” said Rose.
“I don’t know what you see in Hunter.”
“That’s my business.”
Philip looked down. He could not bring himself to say what was in his heart. He was afraid of humiliating himself. Rose got up.
“I’ve got to go to the Gym,” he said.
When he was at the door Philip forced himself to speak.
“I say, Rose, don’t be a perfect beast.”
“Oh, go to hell.”
Rose slammed the door behind him and left Philip alone. Philip shivered with rage. He went back to his study and turned the conversation over in his mind. He hated Rose now, he wanted to hurt him, he thought of biting things he might have said to him. He brooded over the end to their friendship and fancied that others were talking of it. In his sensitiveness he saw sneers and wonderings in other fellows’ manner when they were not bothering their heads with him at all. He imagined to himself what they were saying.